First Date - Chapter One

8:00 AM, 18 de Agust, Japan. Apartament of Touma Fudou:

The day before, Touma had had a horrible day and he sure as hell wouldn't have much heart for the next. He had a worse feeling for the one to come.

Last day....

—Ah, today was a pain! "She undresses on the sofa." "I wish the day was better. The gangs look like they're off duty. — He speaks dejectedly.

He was alone right now, but was soon surprised by a tall man dressed in a black Italian suit and matching Oxford shoes. straight hair and gelled, wore glasses and had a very serious expression. He approaches Touma slowly and with his hand full of papers.

—The day will get better when you stop complaining! she warned him calmly. "Do your job right!

Touma, mutter something while looking at the man. He took the papers and held out his hand.

-Hmm? What was it? the serious man asks not understanding what Touma wanted.

"The pen, you idiot!" He sighs and slowly opens and closes his eyes.

—Oh! My sincere apologies. He reached into his coat for the pen. When he found it, he immediately gave it to him.

The shaggy-haired man quickly signs all the papers. He hands over the man's hands again, who apparently appears to be his assistant.

"Do you have anything else to do, Hiroshi? he asks, staring at the man. His violent eyes were mesmerizing and intimidating.

Hiroshi, stay strong and don't look away. He just relaxes when he starts to hear the sound of Touma's laugh.

-I'm just kidding! Why, do you always put on a serious expression? He returns to his previous position and turns his head to the side still looking at the man.

"As you, do you want me to react?" he asks, adjusting his glasses.

Touma shakes his head from side to side, wondering how to answer that question. Silence prevailed in the room and the man just waited for Touma to say something.

-Hmm I do not know. More he expected, something more exciting. - He answers with his eyes closed and continues: - You can leave for today. I want to rest now.

-As you wish. He bows and leaves.

Touma was sighing and enjoying the silence in that huge apartment. The walls were white, the furniture was black. There was nothing too much trouble. It was quite spacious. Best of all was the beautiful view that was available.

"It's so peaceful…" He blinked his eyes a few times and fell asleep.

The now, the next day...

Touma starts, showing the first signs that he is waking up, but prefers to sleep a little longer. The day that person disappeared was coming and it bothered him in a way.

Turning to another position on the sofa, she mutters:

"I should have left that woman, suffer for the consequences of her actions!" He picked up the pillow and squeezed it. —How stupid it was!

He soothed and fell asleep again, but was soon awakened by the sound of the doorbell. He naturally ignored it. But the person kept insisting.

He felt around the couch for his cell phone and opened his eyes to see what time it was. His watch said exactly seven in the morning.

"Who will it be so soon? "He tossed the cell phone aside. He picked up the pillow and covered his ears with it. But the sound was so irritating, the man with the violet iris wanted to get rid of it quickly.

He got up and went lazy, yawning and with his hand in never. Reaching the door, he takes the latch and squeezes it hard.

"Who do you think you are, to torment me first thing in the morning?" Hiroshi, you know very well that I only work after eight. — He opens the door and before he sees who is right, he starts talking. He was clearly annoyed.

When he looked right, he saw a serious woman. With a skirt, dark blue dress and blazer of the same color. It appeared to be a set.

-Oh I'm sorry. What subject do I come to deal with? he asks, leaning against the door and yawning again.

The woman, looks around the man in front of her. Touma, was dressed in light, comfortable clothes and with slippers.

"Are you, Touma Fudou?" he asks in a serious tone.

-Yes, I am. Why the question? You won't tell me that woman bought something else, with my card. I don't care anymore. -answers and finding the subject tedious, he continues: -Sorry, but you can leave the account there and then I'll solve the problem. Now I want to go back to sleep.

"Wait, Mr Fudou! This is not the subject I want to address. He raises his tone a little and speaks in a rush. I couldn't let Touma go like this. He was there for work and would have to do it anyway. "But you got half right. Yes, it's about his wife: Aimi Tanaka.

Touma froze. For a long time, he had not heard this name and now he appeared like that out of nowhere. He swallowed hard and put more force on the door. He was sleepy, but hearing this name he woke up quickly.

"I don't want to know anything about this woman!" — He snarls. "It's none of my business, nothing to do with this woman!"

The woman can see Touma's anger but still has her posture intact. Did she want to run away? Yes, she wanted to, but her duty spoke louder.

That scary! He got nervous all of a sudden.

"Well, the subject is…" He cleared his throat and stared into Touma's furious eyes. —Aimi, you had a son and according to the documents you are the father of that boy.

But what? That damned one, had a child with another and still has the courage to take it as my child!? This is exactly what I understood.

he thought perplexed.

Calm down, Touma. I may have heard wrong. I will ask again.

"Can you repeat what I said, please?" "He moves closer to the woman."

"You are the father of that boy. —when she says that, Touma's heart starts beating faster and he opens the door wide. Before, it was just ajar. And he hadn't even noticed before, that the woman looked like she was holding something.

Now that he opened it wide, she saw a little boy asleep in the woman's arms. His hair was straight black, his expression calm.

Touma, when he clapped his eyes on the child, his eyes widened a little.

Ah, I don't believe it. Is it serious? This woman doesn't stop bugging me.

"Where is she now?" she asks, running her hand over her face and sighing.

"Aimi Tanaka, now lord is dead. She was in a car accident and unfortunately did not survive. I'm sorry for her loss.

Touma, at that moment did not express any feelings. He was silent and still.

-Do not feel. I don't care, for what happened to her. —speak serenely. He seemed to have calmed down more.

—What will happen to the child? the woman asks. Touma has no reaction.

-What a child? — he seemed to have already forgotten.

"Yes, sir." The woman points to the boy she's holding.

"Oh, it is. — he suddenly feels that something is not right. He finally realized: I'm a father now. He turned pale and his vision began to blur. He fainted at hearing such nonsense. It was impossible for him to take care of a child.

The woman, was desperate when she saw Touma fall to the ground. Luckily, Hiroshi was heading to Touma's apartment right now.

He walks seriously most of the way. In steady steps. But it speeds up when he hears a female scream.

When his vision catches the woman, he stops panting and realizes something bad has happened to Touma. Since the woman desperately calls for her name and for help too.

Hiroshi, go for the meeting. He crouches down and asks, "What happened here? He turns his gaze between the woman and Touma.

"I told him that his wife died and that he has a child. - He speaks holding the boy carefully.

-What? Touma's wife died and he has a child? He opens his mouth in shock. -What good news! And me thinking he would never have an heir! It took his concentration off the real problem now.

"We don't have time for this! Mr Fudou fainted. she yells and pulls Hiroshi.

-He'll be fine. Do not worry. Calm carefree and adjusting his glasses. "Although I rarely see him pass out.

He took his cell phone out of his pocket and called an ambulance. Who quickly arrived and took Touma to the hospital.

—How will this child be? We can't stay with her anymore. She looks at the child and looks at her worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll stay with her until Touma is discharged. —he says, taking the child from the woman's arms.

-Take good care of him. He is a special child. He doesn't seem to know how to speak or he's just mourning his mother. I heard he was quite attached. —she speaks stroking the little one's head.

Doing what she had to do, the woman left the place. Hiroshi was admiring the little one in his arms and said: —I will take very good care of you, little one. I just want to see your father's face when I remember again that he is a father. She lets out a weak laugh.